what has now been done?
with this hand, sets all the unseen free
waiting to do as; one that leads _ with
willing a grey hell pink across an azure dawn, as brained as the dead sea
what lights reflect from this indignant eye?
how wonderfully bold this lustful vanity! when
dutifully wakes up alone under a ultramarine sky
at the bottom of the dead sea, naked...
with ink-dishonored blood upon some shameless hand
with the beating of a single heart, a screaming sea colliding with desperation
only the most terrible familiarity with nothingness
will engulf the empty
while one knows not what poetic, delicate decease; I am.
wailful, how exquisite this whisper is!